Monday, May 3, 2010

The final days of my mother

My Mother’s Last Days. ( By Jamuna Devi Advani)

She lies on her bedWeakness with old ageThe long lustrous black hairNow in silver grey in braidHer face so gentle, and calm.Three springs passedI am back to see her. “Mom”, I call her,she opens her eyesI see a glimpse of happinessthen drops of tear on her cheeksshe knows about Rup, my husband, whose funeral service only a week ago.I feel the pain in my heartTo see her so weak and helpless.I sit next to her holding her handwe both are silent only two hearts murmuring to each other.Eight days passed slight improvement in betweentonight, the ninth day my brother informs meMaiba (a priest for the final journey of life}has been called; I rush toward her bed,I see her eyes closed breathing heavily. Mom please do not go away leaving me so soonI sit close to her, her head on my lapmy hand stroking her hair gentlyShe seems to be so much at peace.And she has gone home to Eternitythis day the 4th March,1997. Both my dearest, closest onesHave left me forever, I return to America with silent tears.